You and Mattheo were studying in your dorm room, both of you stretched out on opposite ends of your bed surrounded by books and parchment. The air was quiet, save for the occasional sound of pages turning and quills scratching.

Absentmindedly, you reached into your snack drawer and pulled out a lollipop, unwrapping it with a soft crinkle before popping it between your lips. You sũcked on it slowly, eyes focused on your potions book as you read through the latest chapter. Without realizing it, you twirled the candy with your fingers, occasionally letting it pop free before sliding it back into your moüth.

A low groań broke the silence, pulling your attention upward.

Mattheo was no longer looking at his book. His eyes were fixed on you—dark, intense, and practically burning with heat.

“Sweetheart,” he said, voice low and rough, “you know you’re driving me crazy right?”

You blinked, playing coy as you pulled the lollipop out with a small, exaggerated pop. “Why’s that?” you asked, tilting your head slightly, feigning innocence even as your lips curved into a smirk.

Mattheo eyes lingered on your mouth, his gaze heavy and unfiltered.

“Because I can think of a much better use for those lips.” he muttered, his voice a mix of challenge and desire.

Your heart skipped a beat, but you didn’t look away—if anything, you leaned in just slightly, letting the tension hang between you like a live wire.